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The soldier Boris Wolf in a synagogue in Vienna

In the fall of 1945, while serving as a liaison man of his division, Boris was sent to Red Army headquarters in Vienna. It was Yom Kippur, and he went to a Viennese synagogue to pray. He recalled:

"At 3 p.m. I entered the synagogue. An American officer-rabbi [probably a hazan or cantor] conducted the prayers. Tens of Jews, including military personnel of Western Armies, prayed emotionally. Images of what I had undergone rose before my eyes, and tears fell from my eyes against my will. I cried. All the Jews who were in the synagogue were crying.

The American officer saw me, a Soviet soldier in uniform, the only Russian who was present.

'Do you know Yiddish? ' he asked.

'I am a Polish Jew, I was brought up in a religious family, and I know all the prayers, for all the holidays.'

I told him briefly, what I had gone through.

'My son,' – the officer said, disturbed by my story. 'I would be happy to make your life brighter, to be a substitute father for you. I have no children of my own; it would be good for you at my home in America.'

I pondered. I was only 22 years old. Life was ahead of me, but I had neither home nor family. Besides, America was the dream of every Jew…. But on the other hand… I was the only Jew in my regiment, and I did not want them to think that I had deserted to the Americans. Besides, I still cherished the hope that I would find at least one of my relatives.

I spent the rest of the day until evening in the synagogue. I thought about my fate. I decided to stay. The next morning I returned to my division with my package of papers."

[Vladimir Itkinson, Tak srazhalis' voiny-evrei. Tel-Aviv: Alef, 1993, p. 87]